Betrayal in the Badlands. Dana Mentink

fringe of blond bangs.

      They approached the ravine and he felt the cooler air rushing up at him. Bentley readied his camera as they pointed out the spot where she’d gone over the side. They formed a semicircle and peered closely at the ground.

      Logan went down on his hands and knees. The moisture left by the previous night’s storm had disappeared, leaving the ground hard and dry. The footprint would be nicely preserved.

      Officer Bentley was silent for a moment. “Sure this is the spot?”

      Logan ignored the irritation that flared inside him. “Yes. I’m still pretty good at pinpointing locations.”

      Bentley grunted. “No offense meant. I’m just not seeing any footprints here.”

      Logan straightened and shot a look at Isabel. “I’m not either. Someone has wiped them away.”